Page 74 of Can We Try?

“Lachlan.” My voice cracks. “When? How? When?” I can’t seem to form a complete sentence.

“I’ve been working on it here and there since I moved in. Roman helped me paint on a day we both had off at the shop. Legend and Forrest both helped assemble furniture, and Maddox picked up the rocking chair for me while I worked on hanging the art and his name on the walls.”

I stand in the middle of the room and turn in a circle, slowly taking in every detail. “This is better than I ever could have imagined it would be.”

“Are you mad?”

I stop and turn to look at him. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you wanted to do all of this on your own or something?”

“Lachlan, this is perfect. I couldn’t have done better. I wouldn’t change a single thing. You’re his daddy. This is the perfect gift for both of us.”

“Yeah?” He steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

“Definitely. Thank you. I can mark this off my list of things that need to be done before our little man gets here.”

“There’s still so much that we need. I’ll leave that up to you because I can’t even begin to imagine what that list looks like,” he admits.

“We’ll do it together.”

“I like the sound of that. Merry early Christmas, Mags.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Have you thought about the nursery, any?” Brogan asks me.

We’re sitting in her living room, us girls, the guys’ moms, Monroe’s mom, and Grandma Doris. We’re all here for Briar’s baby shower. She got so many cute things for their baby. The room is full of pink and purple for their baby girl.

“It’s done, actually.”

“What?” Emerson asks. “When did you do that?” She furrows her brow as if she’s trying to remember me saying I was working on the nursery.

“I didn’t. Lachlan did. He showed it to me last night. Your husbands helped him.”

“Those sneaky little rascals.” Briar laughs.

“It’s perfect. Everything I ever could have imagined it would be. I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“Did he at least leave us some things to buy you at your shower?” Monroe asks.

“He did. He just bought the big stuff and the decorations. He said he knew there was so much more we would need, and he had no idea where to start.”

“He did good with the room on his own, though,” Brogan points out.

“He did, but it was everything I’d ever showed him. Either on my phone or when we were shopping. He paid attention to every detail.”

“Yeah, they’re good at that. I think it’s their profession. Tattoo artists are all about the details. At least the good ones are.” Monroe smiles.

“I’m so glad he finally showed you,” Heather, Monroe’s mom, speaks up. “He wouldn’t show me pictures. He said you needed to see it first.”

“Aww, really?” I ask. “I have some pictures I snapped this morning.” Opening my phone, I pull up the pictures and hand them to her. My cell gets passed around as everyone takes their turn.

“That man, he sure does love you,” Grandma Doris comments.

I nod. “I love him too.”

“So, Briar, have you thought about names?” Heather asks.

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